The poetry of light and darkness.
The pain of being something you are not & being what you are.
Plain, bloody, consuming, lethal magnificent life.
My own past.
Not in years... but in agony.
Gothic and sometimes beautiful.
Always beating with a heart that is partly my own.
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Tuesday, August 2, 2011

Secret Silence

In the darkness she waitsHer secrets shroud in silenceYou who know all reveal nothingThe one with answers is dead in the silenceShe took them with her to the graveSilent as a rockYou who are my ancestor, in the groundOne who I never met yet love, so dearlyI see myself in the pictures of you, your face so kindYour spirit is so goodYou are my angel, my blessing.